Ah, the freedom I see in the faces of my friends at the nursing home when they have no other choice but to be in the present moment. In fact, it’s only when this capacity dimishes and more, what we’d call lucidy, comes forth do I notice a shift in the peace and happiness they were feeling.
The lessons we can take away from this interesting, misunderstood, un-understood state of being are not insignificant. As we live in an era where consciousness is regarded as key to our bliss, imagine how fully conscious one must be within the world of dementia. Sounds oxymoronic, yet the call the live in the now, in the present really does invite us to move out of the past, not be concerned with a future that never comes.
My mother rarely visits the past or future anymore and her sense of freedom, peace, contenment, is palpable. Yet we often approach people with dementia with a great deal of sadness, fear and pity.
No, really, I’m asking you, why?
My guess is it has more to do with OUR inability to be present, our remembrance of past pain and our concern of future troubles. Yet right here, right now, everything is perfect. Just like my mother. Just like dementia.